by Rhys Thomas
The Creationists rejoiced: the theory of Evolution was dead. Buried in sediments seventy million years deep--the time of the dinosaurs--the unmistakable fossil of a human being. Studied, tested, corroborated, error-corrected, it was confirmed by fifty-four renowned academic institutions and counting. The finding was not disputed.
Evolution was wrong: God was real. Dinosaur and man had co-existed after all and Science was defeated by its own incorruptible Method.
Governments fell, revolutions struck, Western Secularism collapsed.
Only one colony of scientists remained, living in exile off the coast of Japan. With the world gone mad they continued their way of life as if the fossil had never existed, working tirelessly to explain it. They became to society as pagans are to us. Considered mad but harmless they were left to their own devices, forgotten, for over a century.